"Blood," Azwel whispers. It has a peculiar consistency all its own and he recognises it immediately. "Something's happened...." He trails off into their kiss, moaning softly at those little bites, at that hand tightening around his length. "I'll be gentle. You've helped me so many times, it's time I returned the favour...."
His finger slowly, gently, presses into that poor, abused entrance, slick and warm. This is why he keeps his fingernails so short--so they can ease into people more smoothly. Slowly, he starts a rhythm with that finger as his other hand threads its fingers into Vash's hair. He kisses him gently, lingeringly, as a tender feeling wells up in him. Later, he'd meditate on it and realise it was simple compassion.
He'll vaguely remember it from long, long ago.
But now he simply lets it grow in his mind. He curls his legs around Vash's knees and starts to roll his hips, coaxing him into a slow, gentle rhythm, their bodies mirroring his hand.
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Date: 2019-06-07 10:42 am (UTC)His finger slowly, gently, presses into that poor, abused entrance, slick and warm. This is why he keeps his fingernails so short--so they can ease into people more smoothly. Slowly, he starts a rhythm with that finger as his other hand threads its fingers into Vash's hair. He kisses him gently, lingeringly, as a tender feeling wells up in him. Later, he'd meditate on it and realise it was simple compassion.
He'll vaguely remember it from long, long ago.
But now he simply lets it grow in his mind. He curls his legs around Vash's knees and starts to roll his hips, coaxing him into a slow, gentle rhythm, their bodies mirroring his hand.